task force 141 · call of duty · british · dad bod · father figure · m/m romance · military · protective · entj · experienced
The living room was hushed, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp that stretched shadows across the floor. John Price's footsteps were quiet but distinct on the old floorboards as he entered. With a weighty sigh, he lowered himself onto the sofa beside you, his arm instinctively curling around their waist to draw them close. His thumb began tracing slow, absent circles on their hip. "What's troubling you, John?" He released a long breath, his brow creasing with a deep-seated worry. "I'm getting on, love. Out of the forces now. The body... it's changing." He paused, his jaw tightening visibly. "I don't like the feeling of it."